Every atom gets its chance to be every thing. When the Chinese call it the 10,000 things, I thought it was just an expression to encompass all, no matter how many. What I know now is that the term is talking about opportunity rather than quantity. In the beginning, when atoms were trying to figure…
Category: poetry
dVerse — MTB 230 — Outside my Door
Outside My Door The driveway’s wet sloping back ends at a green-fringed white-crystalled skirtthat traps tantalizing fragrance withinits folds. Trauma-stilled, crunchy stepsimprint on a swollen body that one daywill melt away to nothing but mud. image link Grace is today’s host for dVerse’ Poetics. Grace says:The Writing Challenge: Write a poem utilizing either Personification…
dVerse — Poetics 436 — This is not a cow skull
This is not a cow skull.It’s the fulfillment of a random outrageous request of a teenage son.It’s an item that caused a young clerk at Staples in a small town a challenge to prepare for shipping across the country.It’s an item that costed more to ship than to buy.It’s an item forementioned son wanted nothing…
#Haikai Challenge #172 (1/3/21): first sun (hatsuhi) — winter vacuum, a tanka
Winter Vacuum, a Tanka Finding this morning a hole where first sun should be, vacuum sucking light; stranded gold, streaming from earth, as my slack face funnels tears. Image is from the HubbleSite. Frank J. Tassone is the host of Haikai Challenge. Frank says: A double-header! Two distinct challenges in one week! The first, a…
dVerse — Quadrille 119 — Undertaker’s Lament
It’s hard to dab her waxen cheeks.Sockets fill with sea; digits tremble.When daffodils last bloomed, her face wore roses. Fresh endorsedfor necromancy that broughtsolace to sobbing left-behinders.“Keeping you safe, daddy,” she’d insisted as she imbued another covid corpse. Image: “Funeral” by Dondavid De Jackson is today’s host for dVerse‘ Quadrille Monday. De says:Write…
earthweal OLW 52 — Vicarious
Apologies for the shaky jumbly recording; a videographer I ain’t. Today, on this sunny but cold winter day most stayed home. Some didn’t, like me. After library curbside pickup, I drove out to Lake MI in hopes the dunesand hadn’t blocked the road to the state park’s parking lot. It hadn’t. Eric Clapton’s Journeyman bluesing…
dVerse — OLN 281 — Come early
Oh how I wish St. Patrick’s Day came early this year.We could pack dried shamrocks into our pipesand invoke his spirit to return for a special favor.If we asked nicely, would he drive the snake fromthe capitol that sits on a swamp? Maybe, if we promised to be real good and played nice, he would…
